Little Song Yun wiped away her tears and said with a smile, "Coconuts are available in the South China Sea. I'll bring you a bunch when I come back." She thought to herself that she should bring more and fill up the storage compartment. Coconut juice is her favorite natural drink, and she can bring it back to make coconut chicken for Ziyi and Gu Laotou.
Ziyi didn't know how many coconuts were in a string, after all, he had never seen a coconut in person. The 㱕 drawn in the picture was just a shape.
"Then I want two skewers." Ziyi said with a sob.
"Okay, I'll bring you two strings." There should be a truck at that time. If not, just tie it on the top of the truck. If the child wants it, he must be given it.
With Gu Lao taking care of her, Ziyi was not the kind of person who would be taken advantage of. In addition, with the training he had gained in Qinghe Village, he also had strong survival skills. But no matter what, he was still a child, and Song Yun was a little worried. She used to be a quiet person, but suddenly she became a nanny, delegating many things to Gu Lao over and over again, especially the arrangements when he was on night shift. Even Gu Lao, who always liked to listen to Song Yun talk, got tired of it and fled back to his own home.
After the old man left, Ziyi took out the test paper from her schoolbag and said, "Sister, this is the test paper handed out today. The teacher asked parents to sign it."
Song Yun took the test paper, looked at the red 100 points, and smiled with satisfaction, "Great!" She took a pen and signed her name.
Ziyi was a little embarrassed by her sister's praise. "When the teacher chose me as the class monitor, some classmates were dissatisfied and said that I was too young and short to be their class monitor."
Song Yun nodded, "Then what do you say?"
Ziyi raised his chin and snorted, "I said that when teachers choose class monitors, they don't look at age or height, but at academic performance. If they want to be class monitor, they have to surpass me in academic performance, and I will naturally hand it over to them."
Song Yun laughed and gave Ziyi a thumbs up. "That's true, but aren't you afraid of offending your classmates?"
Ziyi said proudly, "Why should I be afraid? They can't beat me."
Song Yun thought about it and shed a tear of sympathy for Ziyi's classmates. They couldn't study hard, couldn't beat them, and couldn't scold them. They were so pitiful.
At three o'clock in the morning, Song Yun got up and went to the kitchen to heat up a tray of steamed buns that had been steamed yesterday. She put ten of them in a clean cloth bag and stuffed them into her backpack. She kept the rest warm in the fire dung in the stove so that Ziyi and Gu Laotou could eat them when they got up. She took two more buns and ate them while walking to the camp.
With her previous experience, she knew they would be given dry rations along the way, but they were truly dry, requiring a strong tooth, a lot of patience, and a lot of water. It wasn't that she couldn't handle the bitterness, but since she had better food at home, she couldn't force herself to eat it. If there was no food, she could certainly eat it.
Qi Monan arrived at the assembly point and was talking to He Hongjun, turning his head to look in the direction of the family compound from time to time.
He Hongjun couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at? You've been looking at it ten times in one minute. Who is that over there?"
Qi Mo'nan was about to open his mouth when he saw a familiar figure walking out of the night. He immediately ran over and completely forgot about He Hongjun in an instant.
Only then did He Hongjun understand who was over there.
"Let me help you with the bag." Qi Mo Nan reached out to get the bag behind Song Yun.
Song Yun waved her hand, "No need, it's not heavy, everyone carries it, why should I be special?"
Qi Mo Nan thought so too, but seeing Song Yun carrying such a big bag on her back, he felt uncomfortable and always wanted to hold it in his own hands.
"Have you had breakfast?" Song Yun asked.
Qi Monan shook his head and said, "No, we will give out dry food when we get on the bus." It was so early and the canteen was closed, so they had no place to eat.
Song Yun took out two steamed buns from her bag, then thought about it and took out another one. "Is that enough?"
Qi Mo Nan took it and said, "That's enough." His favorite food is Song Yun's steamed buns, which are different from those made by others.
The two walked side by side to the meeting point. He Hongjun came over and said, "Hey, you're eating alone!"
Song Yun was about to reach into her bag when Qi Mo Nan stopped her. He gave one from his own hand to He Hongjun, "This is the only one. No more. Stop making a fuss."
There were so many people, and Song Yun definitely didn't bring much. They all came to ask for it, so there wasn't enough to share.
He Hongjun got a warm steamed bun, so he naturally stopped making a fuss. He didn't even have time to eat it. If he was any later and was seen by those bastards, he wouldn't be able to leave a single bite.
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